10/05/2026
I love coming to Prospect Park with my artwork.
Every time the imposter syndrome takes up more space in me than I’d like, I leave Prospect Park feeling uplifted — and somehow without the imposter 🙏🙌😊
I hadn’t been here in a while, and after a long break, it’s always somehow hard to come back.
This time was no different. I had plenty of seemingly valid reasons why I might not make it here.
But I did.
For the first 40 minutes, I was fighting the urge to pack everything up and just go for a walk in the park.
It was windy. I forgot my sign and the legs for my display stands. Several times, the wind blew my little birds all over the table, and it even damaged the packaging on one of them.
The first couple who stopped to look at my work bought a hummingbird print and suggested that I move the stand.
I took their advice — and suddenly, everything changed. The wind started pressing the prints against the stand, which actually helped protect the table from the wind.
I finally relaxed.
And then it all started happening — compliments, sales, interesting conversations.
I met an 80-year-old artist who told me about Gallery 440 and about how she used to live in SoHo — back when it wasn’t nearly as expensive as it is now.
And once again, I thought: I’m so glad I came 🥰